Krisles Floats and Flutters

Saturday, February 28, 2015

THE HOARDING BUG

I come from a long line of hoarders....not the kind you see on the television shows....there is still room to walk around and I'm not ashamed to let people into the house. It's just that I'm completely overwhelmed with stuff and I just don't know where to start....and I really want to do something... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 22, 2015

A ROSE BY ANY OTHER...

I have an issue with political correctness and like Peter Finch in "Network", I'm reaching the point of raising my window and screaming to the world that I am fed up and not going to take it any longer. I personally believe that like everything else, we as a people have taken what started as a good... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 1, 2015

BLISS, THE CAT

Have you ever experienced a cat you can pick up and hug as tight to your chest as you want? Wrap your arms around her and feel her purring, rub your face in her soft fur and squeeze? Feel her rub her face up to yours, returning the affection and know that she is responding.....See her flattening her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, January 31, 2015

INQUIRYING WITH TOO MUCH TEQUILA

What do you think of numerology? Astrology? Do you find a certain mathematical symmetry or logic to the systems...do they make as much sense.....or nonsense as anything? If you are of a religious nature, can you buy that the stars are as simple, and beautifully efficient, way as any for God to... Sign in to see full entry.

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CAN'T SLEEP - AND NOW CAN'T GET THIS POSTED IN SINGLE SPACING

My eyes are burning I cannot sleep another hour Although my brain is full of wool When will the battle end This battle of wills The endless back and forth You raised me well I can hang in there with you Until one of us is down Or both..... Stubborness, willfulness, pride... Words, just words in the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 3, 2011

ENOUGH ALONE TIME

I’m tired of throwing away leftovers Because there’s always too much food… The toilet’s acting up, it doesn’t flush right… And there’s a funny sound the car’s making Every 30 seconds or so, that sounds like a squeak… I just don’t wanna mess with any of it. I want….need…to be kissed and squeezed… My... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

DANGEROUS

You didn’t seem especially dangerous when we first met that day You seemed handsome….and charming…..and very, ummm… appetizing; And I relaxed, stretching out beside you….intrigued and ready to play Then you stroked my skin and, breathing in my scent, began hypnotizing. When I looked in your dark... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

SUGAR AND HONEY

Sugar in my hips Honey on my lips Your smile just a sign Gleaming in my eyes Feet begin to slide Arms around my sides Breath across my hair Music hearts can share Honey in my hips Sugar on my lips Fingers in my pie My breath just a sigh Your skin wraps over me Your chest all I see Hands moving up,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 23, 2010

IN YOUR EYES

Looking at you I am hypnotized, Like a side show snake Rising from a basket. I stare into your eyes And I rise to your charms; My hips start moving To the music I hear inside. Undulating rhythms Wrap around my movements Like soft, invisible velvet chains, And I am trapped within them. Oh, Baby, Baby... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 4, 2010

STUCK

Fingers are so stiff Words want to stay in my head Not flow to the keys Has it been too long Have I lost the need, my voice? Or am I just stuck…. Rusty from silence…. Weak from holding all within…. Just out of practice… Is writing just that A practice one must keep up Or lose the muscle? Spilling... Sign in to see full entry.

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